i'm not trying to be lying to you, but it takes a clever guy to do what i do.

i am disappearing inside my bird's eye theories, i tried to say goodbye, defy, and deny what it is i'm fearing.

but i would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.

paint something, and it might be wordless.

you will never know what's under my hair, so won't you say goodnight so i can say goodbye?

you say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out.

but i would rather play a song for the eyes to sing along.

i'll stay awake 'cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree tell it "you belong to me, this ain't a noose, this is a leash and i have news for you, you must obey me."

i can't feel you, but still know where home is, feeling like jonah did.

your redemption won't grow stale.

does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name?

i can't feel you, but still know where home is, feeling like jonah did.

and the windowsill looks really nice, right?

i'm two.

i'm not done, i'm not done yet, no kick me off the stage and take my microphone.

i'm trying, i'm trying to sleep, but i can't, but i can't when you all have guns for hands, yeah.

whether or not it's worthwhile, it's based on who's listening.

i know some people who know people who are flying straight.

my brain has given up, white flags are hoistened.

paint something, and it might be wordless.

i'm trying, i'm trying to sleep, but i can't, but i can't when you all have guns for hands, yeah.

you will never know what's under my hair.

dig a little deeper and it's crystal clear, clear, clear.

some see a pen, i see a harpoon.

you are surrounding all my surroundings, sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain.

you're an angel fallen down, won't you tell us of the clouds?

i dont understand why everything i adore takes a different form when i squint my eyes.

there are things we can do but from the things that work there are only two and from the two that we choose to do, peace will win and fear will lose.

empty sky, no way that's me 'cause one half of my heart is free.

tell me where am i from? your eyes say sha-da-dee-da-dum.

have you ever done that when you squint your eyes, and your eyelashes make it look a little not right and then when just enough light comes from just the right side and you find you're not who supposed to be?

i wonder, if i tell 'em what i did last night, whether or not i got caught they just might wage war on you, therefore it's true that i shot my general on my side of enemy lines.

i know that you all have guns, and you never put the safety on.

i know where you stand, silent in the trees.

i don't believe you most the time, i'm lying 'cause i say i am fine.

make them stop.

i'm pleading, "please, oh please!" on my knees repeatedly asking why it's got to be like this? is this living free?

you will never know what is in my veins, so won't you say goodnight so i can say goodbye?

sometimes, quiet is violent.

and that's where i am, silent in the trees.

i don't wanna be heard, i wanna be listened to.

where'd you go, huh? they all think i know ya.

i'm not done, i'm not done yet, no kick me off the stage and take my microphone.

i'm so sorry but i do believe that all my bridges i have burned and i've earned a policy of no-return so be concerned.

you are sorrounding all my sorroundings, twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

today-day i wanna go away-way, 'cause things are too fast now, i wanna be in slowtown.

entertain my faith.

and you will never know what i'm thinking of, so won't you say goodnight so i can say goodbye?

'cause when the sun sets it upsets what's left of my invested interest interested in putting my fingers to my head.